Doggerel: Part the Fourth

Gentle Readers,

As the day of my tummy surgery impends, I share with you a poem I have penned for my beloved Daddy. It will be included in the next publishing of my collection of poetical, hound-centric musings, "Heaves of Grass", and it is entitled:

A Poem to Amuse and Relieve My Daddy Upon the Soon Occasion of the Exploring of My Tummy by the Doctor in the Green Pajamas

I am a large wolfhound, ‘tis patently true
And when a large wolfhound feels rotten
It makes those around him so awfully blue
And good times are all but forgotten

I truly don’t mean to abandon my post
As watchdog of my family pack
You know I don’t care much to brag or to boast
But you’re safest when I have your back

But argue I can’t, with this yuck in my tummy
So to the nice doctor I’ll journey
He says that I’ll feel a good deal less crummy
Once they make me sleep on the gurney

Awake, I’ll be decked in a plastic cone collar
To keep me from nibbling my stitches
I will do my dog-darndest - not whine, cry or holler
No matter how badly it itches

I weather these things ‘cause I want for you, Father
To not have to worry or fret
I’ll soon be much stronger – eschew all the bother
I’m surely not done with you yet

Yours,

Mordred T. Dog